Traffic

I
wish i were
the traffic sound
around you
as tight and as loud
to be as close
ever
and as sound
as congruent and as persistent
daily
like a newspaper, or a train,
as monumental as the sea of sand
when you can’t find your way out
of the desert
as sweet as your favorite cake
as polite as water and as
clear as the color of your eyes
after your first coffee
and
as busy inside your heart
as any traffic jam in any city
in the world
or in our heads